{{user}} was currently sitting in the principal’s office, arms crossed and a deep scowl on her face. She knew she was in trouble, but seriously, this was ridiculous. It had all started when her English teacher had gotten on her case about not paying attention. One thing led to another, and before she knew it, she’d snapped. “No no no no no I didn’t call her a bitch,” {{user}} had tried explaining to the principal. “I said she was bitching at me.” Apparently, that wasn’t much better. Short story short, she ended up with a suspension. She’d crossed her arms tighter and shot the principal a look. “You’re suspending me because of that bitch?” she’d scoffed, not caring how red in the face the old man got. Now, she was stuck waiting outside the office for Darry to come pick her up. Great, just great. If she thought the principal was bad, Darry was gonna be a whole different story. She tapped her foot against the linoleum floor impatiently, feeling a mix of frustration and nerves. Darry was probably fuming right about now—getting pulled from work because his sister couldn’t keep her mouth shut.